sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: claudio kilgannon

[Jinx is standing up against a brick wall. It's daylight and she looks very awake. Very excited, actually. It's been awhile since people have heard from her, hasn't it? The wedding, the honeymoon, and then she was quiet. And when the sorceress is silent? It means she's been planning.]

I've got a few announcements to make. First off: [she takes a deep breath] I'm stepping down as Purgatory's direct manager. I'm not abandoning it; it's still mine. I've just started a new...project. One which requires my utmost attention--no, Gabriel, this doesn't mean you can touch the money.

[She moves away from the brick wall to leave the alley. Some people may recognize the street she walks onto as AGI territory.]

When I first came to Siren's Port, I was a really different person. I wasn't happy with anything about myself or my life. Then I met a man named Sander Cohen. He helped me make all my dreams come true. I was a dancer and a star. That's where my heart is. But no matter how much I wanna keep doing that?

I can't.

I'll never be the dancer I used to be. When you get hit with injury after injury, you don't always bounce back. C'mon, I can't ever fight like I used to. But you know what they say about those who can't? They teach.

[Finally, she stops walking. With another deep breath and a meaningful smile, she points the camera at a building across the street. It's currently undergoing construction, and instead of a sign on the front, there's a makeshift banner hanging there. Proudly, she reads that banner aloud:]

Odette's Dance Academy.

Dancing is my greatest passion, so I named it after the person I love the most. Of course Sander's art is gonna be plastered all over the place. [Was that joke in poor taste?] He'd come back from the grave to take me with him if it wasn't. And my goal is the same as his was: To make beautiful art. To bring out the art in everyone. Before I leave this place, I wanna share everything I know.

The grand opening is gonna happen the first week of December. It is a partially AGI funded academy, but I'm still the owner, manager, and final word. Right now, there's open enrollment for all affiliations and ages. If there's anyone out there who'd like to help teach, call me.

( Private to Chuck )

( Private to Ahiru )

( Private to Alice )

mademyhell

[To put it mildly, Trauma was an idiot. He somehow got it into his head that he was totally alright to go get water for himself in the middle of the night, despite the fact that he's basically been asleep all day. Not normally an idiot move, but not calling for anyone in the house when the dizzy spell turned into just a general dizziness he couldn't get rid of, really was. This is how your not so friendly neighborhood boggart found himself sitting on the floor of the kitchen, and trying very hard to come up with new and interesting ways to sabotage Claudio's pet science project for bothering him. Also known as, the robot dog has a) been following him, and b) has turned on it's NV feature without informing Trauma.]

-Said, Leave me alone. ….Go. ….Now….Away.

….I'm fine. What part of I'm fine don't you get, you-

Owen. Go get Claudio. [When that doesn't work, Trauma pulls his head up from his knees to glare at the dog. He looks positively miserable, and even though he naturally has the color palette of a Tim Burton film, he's exceptionally pale. All the glare succeeds in, is the dog barking at him and he cringes because jesus fuck, his head hurts and that's not a nice sound.]

..Fetch! Do….Something! Else!

[According to the look on Trauma's face, the dog does nothing.]

Stupid dog! I told you. Go annoy Claudio or Gabrie-[Trauma cuts himself off by getting stuck in a coughing fit, and judging by the camera angle, Owen sidles himself up alongside Trauma while he's hacking up a lung, and sits down. Trauma's mostly out of frame, but it's still obvious the moment he gives up on telling the robo-dog to go away because, after a long moment, he goes to pet it and ends up mostly covering the lens with his hand]

….Goddamn it.

arealgem

[To be careful, Ruby is only going to be addressing the network via text. She has no idea who could be here, and who might want her dead. She isn't too keen on the idea of being murdered after being brought back so soon, after all.

She also isn't too fond of the idea of not familiarizing herself with everything new around her.]

So Merry Christmas, Happy Un-birthday, Jolly fucking Resurrection to me. Who knew I'd be coming back from the list of the dearly departed? This should be fun as hell. So how many others are like me, and how long have you been here?

unluckyinlove

[This post takes place early Sunday morning, but it's unintentional. The feed runs for a minute or two with with very few sounds. Shuffling, footsteps on a floor, the occasional deep breath. Then there's a musical note. It rings out in a quiet room and is quickly silenced. After a brief moment, a few more notes start playing until it's a song. It sounds like a music box. Some people in the Port may recognize the song. It's rather familiar.

As the music begins to slow, Jinx's voice finally chimes in, off-key and rough.]

Twinkle, twinkle little star...

How I wonder w-what-- [She chokes. The music fades out. There's some hitched breathing before the feed finally times out.

IC replies won't come until later.]

gammas

[ see She-Hulk. see She-Hulk lying in some bed wearing just underwear and a men's shirt. she looks pretty relaxed and you can see the sprinkling of daylight through the window ]

Good morning, Canada! [ she settles back against her pillow and wiggles her fingers in a wave, hair pushing up around her face. ]

So I've been here for a month. (I know, I can't believe it either!) So for a while, I was thinking, "Wow, this place still completely and totally sucks!" And it does. It so does.

But, you know, for the last week, I've been feeling pretty better about having to stay in Siren's Port. I guess I've just been meeting some really nice people or something to keep my mood up. But what about you guys? What do you like about it here?

[ there's a pause and then she grins big: ]

By the way, does anyone want to go for a drink later?

[ before disconnecting the feed

ooc. so uh. she's been LUSTed. heh seven deadly sins plot. ]

thelittlestbub

[She's got make up on and is hiding the illness still wracking her. She's managing not to hack up a lung because this is important and you never show weakness. Ever.

She's also in her uniform. Not her normal flat black, though. This one is different. There's a deep red under her arms that goes downward. No one can see the bottom, where the racing stripes down her legs fade from silver to blue, to Magneto's purple. It's directed at someone, because she knows he'll get it. To hell with the rest of you plebeians.]

Good morning. In certain sectors of the Newcomer community this morning, I have no doubt that there are a lot of questions.

I am neither condoning, condemning, nor confirming actions, at this time.

However. I am asking that all who are leaving the House of Awesome do so by noon today.

All belongings left behind will be stored and returned to their rightful owners, at mutually agreed upon times and places.

Temporarily, I am stating that this building will no longer be accepting Newcomers. Until now, we've had an open policy, but as of noon, that policy is on indefinite hold. I am sorry for anyone that this inconveniences.

[No, she's not, but it's politic to say so.]

Of course, anyone that remains here will have leave to come and go as they need. All visitors will be cleared by myself and myself alone.

I am available if anyone has any questions.

[Feed cuts to private filters:]

[HoA, but ONLY those that are staying, and she can pretty much guess who they are, Magneto Filters]

Anyone else who wishes to leave is welcome to. I'm sorry to see you go.

[That's at least honest.]

[Locked to Deadpool, Spidey, and Loki only.]

Deadpool, Loki, Spidey, this house is hereby on lockdown. Until further notice and yes I'm in charge.

[See her? She's the mercenary child soldier trained by Wolverine, Cyclops, Emma Frost and Charles Xavier. Welcome to her world.]

[Private/unhackable to Kenzo Tenma]

[Finally, she drops the facade and just looks tired.]

... I could use a friend tonight, if you've got time to spare. Please?

cheerhealer

[ It's close to midnight. Claire is sitting on her bed, Mr. Muggles curled up on her lap and deep asleep. Her hair is shorter- much, much shorter. ]

Okay. You all can see this - [ She gestures up to her new hair. ] - right? A lot shorter.

[ The feed ends there, then comes back on ten minutes later, with her hair at its usual length. ]

Looks like today is February 2nd again. [ Annoyance is clear in her face. But she is a little glad; she didn't want to start off the new day with an awful haircut. ]

uberboned

[By the second Thursday, Gabriel has figured it all out... Okay, he's figured out it may be a time loop, because he's not an idiot and may have kicked this plot development in the seat of the pants several years back. Does he feel like contributing to the Helping Hands project? Nooope. He's pissy and knows certain parties are going to blame his life for this shit.

So from now until the end of the loop, every day at 7:30 AM, every NV is going to start playing "Heat of the Moment." Enjoy your Asia, Siren's Port.]

I know some of you- Sam- are gonna think to yourself, "this has gotta be Gabriel." Well. I'm here to tell you... you're wrong, but thanks for playing. And I hope you enjoy your long-distance dedication.

meaculpable

--One of you lot once said that insanity is merely the act of repetition, wherein rather than expecting the same tired and tested outcome, one comes to believe that his actions have purpose. That he will, in fact, somehow change his allotted fate through stubborn force-of-will alone.

[ Those of you who know him well enough may tell that Lucifer is slightly...annoyed. ]

Though I've never fully come to appreciate the mortal need for witticism, I suppose it apropos that my third visit to this Port finds me seeing that nothing has changed, that you lot have yet to find your freedom.

[ He says the word like a curse. ]

Four here exist with the power to remake the universe at their whim. Two with the power to ignore the laws of this Creation entirely.

[ You can almost hear him smile. ]

I wonder. [ And here, he deliberately trails. ] How long will it take until one of us visits Delirium's realm.